Breaking the rules

Chapter 7

Today was his turn to get fucked with. Today was my best friends birthday. William was going to pay for what he did on my birthday. His dirty little prank. Quinn was even in on the prank too.

Well I got my fiance on my prank too. She was confused, but she still peed on the stick. It was negative, but it'd expire before he show up to receive his presents from Morana and I. But he would arrive before lunch with their old friends from school. Morana was forcing me to meet them because she wanted to see if they would attend our wedding.

Her and I agreed to keep it a small wedding, mainly for more food for us and guests. I had lost Morana today. After she went into her office, I didn't hear a thing from her.

I went into her office, it was clean. No dust anywhere, no random papers. It was deep cleaned recently too,  her trash was even taken out. What about her mini fridge? I looked under her desk and opened the dark fridge door. The fridge was fully stocked with her favorite snacks and monster energy drinks. "Oh, she needs to stop drinking those, while on the pain killers."

She hasn't gone out. I felt like she shouldn't go out because of her arm. I sat and in her chair and thought: where could she be? Even for some reason, she would tell me. What does she do at 8:46 in the morning usually? She cleans her office, she eats, she watches a Marvel movie or show, she spars- she's sparring with Atlas.

The one day Quinn wasn't up her ass, is the day she risks everything. I should have been with her, in her office. I should have taken her out to breakfast. I need to get her phone from her. Her photos with me have been all of the media. The headlines didn't understand at all what happened. They don't understand why I fell into a love pit for her. They don't know anything about us.

I felt like I was sprinting to the gym in the basement. When I came to the first glass window of the gym. Morana was on the pull up bar trying not to fall. She wasn't sparring, she wasn't on her phone. She was trying to build her strength back up. I tapped on the window, leaving my print behind. I walked inside the door, and she quickly dropped from the pole and grabbed the fake knife.

"Morana's getting much better than you, you might wanna keep up," Atlas laughed. Morana walked into his arms willingly and tightly squeezed his waist. The bandage seemed to be on its thread.

I reached out, my fingers caressed the bandage. "Morana, be more careful," I warned her. Her eyes were glossy. She looked sad. I turned my hand and saw a slight red spot. I turned my attention to Atlas, the man I trusted to help Morana protect herself when I cannot be there. "Atlas, what is this? Why is she like this?"

"Bucky, it's fine, I need to clean it, anyway. Atlas and I got carried away, and I got a little aggressive. Him and I have talked and we won't use the wooden knives until I'm fully healed," she explained. Her smile was a plea. She could fucking beg, and I still wouldn't care.

"Atlas? Why are you letting her do this? Why are you letting her train in this condition?" I could feel my anger rising in my chest. I felt red, I saw red. "Give me a fucking reason, Atlas." I demanded. I grabbed the slick shirt he was wearing and pulled him closer.

"She came to me. Not my fucking fault she trusts me enough, while you were busy working," he spat. I felt his slobber going down my face. "Now, be a big boy, and take care of your fiance." I turned to find Morana, and she wasn't in the gym. Her sweaty shirt was here, but nothing else; I couldn't feel her.

"Mother fucker!" I shouted. I grabbed the closet weight and threw at the wall. It left a paint stain and some of the concrete fell. "Fuck, where?" I needed the taste. I wanted the thoughts, the ideas to go away!

"No, Mr. Barnes, Jameson whiskey won't make it better, just breath. Go to Morana! She has a degree in this mental health bullshit!" Atlas was mad. Mom was mad. Morana was mad. Everyone was mad at me. 

I don't want to be sober anymore. Anytime I'm sober, nothing's right.

Yet when I'm drunk on her, everything is perfect.